When I saw the young man sweeping the leaves from the temple court yard, I was actually also in the midst of cleaning. He was very particular about picking up every last bit of the organic matter, the dried leaves fallen from two bael trees. I was chanting japa at the time, pacing my steps on the tiled floor, going for an internal cleanse. I was a trite envious of him. He was doing a more successful job than I was. I just had to take a photo of him,
Being that we are on the eve of Chaitanya’
It was an ordinary day in some way at the Nimai Pandit Study Centre. As a guest, I was asked to conduct most of the program in the morning – leading the kirtan chants plus deliver the class. With the assistance of a most reliable Saci Suta, we did something a little different – screened two of my music videos, “Every Guy” and “Stellar Dad.” I took some time to express to the twenty or so sitting before me young men and four women, the importance of responsible practical life, parenthood, and e
Hiking westbound beyond municipal lights on the road through jungle was risky, but Glen and I took that chance, but it was Shantipriya who had the idea to drive his van at walking pace with headlights on in case we would run into predators. It was the first time in my marathon walking years (which is 30 this year) that I had my support guy right behind me. During this period, the rain came. Glen and I pulled out our umbrellas and undeterred, forged ahead. We made it to a landmark, the Saramacca
Matt Holmes is quite the world traveler who hails from Los Angeles. He is a visitor to Suriname, like myself, and we were on the same plane landing at Paramaribo. I hit it on with him right off the bat. We brought him to the Krishna temple, let him have a taste of a Krishna meal, and drove him to the hostel downtown.
I made more friends at the temple including Anita who was awarded the Sanskrit name Advika, which means ‘Earth’. I was hoping to meet more friends in the form of those adorable s
The storm that challenged our flight’s movement didn’t really get behind us. It was a six-hour nature’s ordeal, which is surely humbling. Moving closer and closer to the Caribbean, and finally Trinidad and Tobago, was relieving. The sky was the most scarlet red that I’ve ever seen. It was a sign that everything is going to be okay. It does, however, cross my mind on every flight I take, especially when the aircraft shakes, “Will this be the journey that will fail?”
We have to keep up our fait
I easily get irritated with indoor air that gets trapped. My impulses tell me to get out and go for some freshness. The temperature outside reads +3º Celsius. That I can manage even with a long-sleeved kurta (shirt). The decision was a good one because it was genuinely the calm before the storm. I met Uddhava on the way. We commented on the weather and the condition. It is fresh! However, we also noticed wind coming, a temperature drop, and snow to follow. In truth, we we’ve been spoiled in Ca
I forgot I wrote the following. It does express how I feel.
HANKERING
I’m hankering to be on the trail again
Where there’s nature, and yes, women and men
A time for openness, interaction, and then
A harmony, a calm like a pure state of Zen
The other day in one suburb of Miami, a resident of the neighbourhood spotted us walking. She was struck with our Indian clothes, including my swami attire.
“What’s with all the colourful clothes?” She was most likely referring also to the elegant saris that the women at the sangha gathering were dressed in. Something was happening in her neighbourhood, and she was happy and curious. I responded.
“It is an event. A Krishna gathering – our version of Saturday night fever. There will be cha
I have come full circle with my Florida trip, venturing from one Sunday feast to the other, beginning with Orlando to Miami. There have been fun and friends along the way. During these seven days of light and bright occasions, I have caught some information of ladies’ protests of a more violent revolutionary action in Iran. While I’m having a good time, the people of Iran have taken up a brave stand against oppression. I am happy for them. Oppression, which includes mistreatment of women, is ne
Larry Taylor Park in Fort Charlotte was a decent green space with winding trails. The creek running through appears to be the home of wood storks, while the trees existing along it get some massages by plenty of squirrels. Signs warn walkers about alligators, and especially not to feed them — in one location we are told to be cautious about swarms of bees.
At the entrance, two members of Jehovah’s Witnesses sat chatting with their literature to the side. One woman, a pedestrian with her dog a
All the while that I’ve been in Florida for the last five days, I have been keeping up with my regular Zoom classes on the subject of the Gita. One of the Thursday attendees is Arjuna from Tampa, yet he is not virtually with me today, but physically. He is my driver to Tampa, and then Sarasota, the place of sandy white beaches and the legacy of the Ringling Bros. Circus. Through our driving, I could see that Florida is very flat like the topography of the Netherlands, which I traversed last Oct
Before I made it to this hot spot for tourists I was sent to a special security department at customs, the Toronto Airport. My finger prints were taken. I had been arrested in the U.S. in the past. In hindsight it is true. During the winter months long ago, some of us brahmacharis (novice monks) were stopped by police as we didn’t have a permit for distributing religious literature. Along with two other monks we were put in jail in North Carolina. We went to court. The judge threw out the case
Every human being — correction — every entity, big or small, is looking for something exciting. It’s the tiniest thing that can stimulate and push you through the day.
I’ll give my example for this very day. I was walking with two people in a park. It was the shortest walk (and I’m embarrassed to say I took a few steps being busy). To our surprise, a beautiful fox strutted across the park. It was before dusk. It was on a hunt, and it was bee-lining its way to some sort of prey. It depends on
We were warned of an oncoming snowstorm. Collingwood, our destination, is often dumped by winter weather rages coming from Georgian Bay. It is what makes this town a popular ski resort area. By our good fortune only a few white flakes had left less than a powdery look over the landscape.
The forecast tells us it will be 27º Celsius, making it a jump from the comfortable 20º of the past few days. The morning at 5:15 AM is just the perfect hour or two for that walk in a converted park from an old train line. You can still see the tracks exposed over the manicured grass. It’s spring, so the fragrances of the tilo tree are strong and invigorating. Robins, parrots, and hawks or falcons soar by. I am a sucker for the jacaranda tree bearing purple flowers.
The Bhagavatam class
In Argentina marks the National Sovereignty Days, and therefore, the day off is for the public which is enjoying a holiday. People go to the countryside and city parks to bond with family and friends.
For us devotees who just pulled off a grand fiesta, Ratha Yatra, it became a day of rest. But with guests staying over from other Argentinian cities outside of Buenos Aires, it was the temple program as usual starting at 4:30 AM, then a hike to the nearby park to include a meaningful sit down
I dined with some awfully nice people at the Ratha Yatra site. There was a purple-clad Anglican minister who had been to Manitoba and Saskatchewan in Canada describing them as “beautiful.” The Indian Ambassador indulged in the prasadam that was churned out of Govinda’s Restaurant in Tigre. Inderveer Kaur enjoyed the meal. She is the only female leader of the Sikh faith in not only Argentina, but the whole of South America. The President of Crownval partook in the paneer subji (curd curry).
There is a lot of dust in the air from the floor sanding, and double the collective amount from some kind of stripping of the old stairway. Three layers of hard paint is a hard job which is actually a sign of devotion. You can say that there is a lot of devotion in the air – progressive devotion. Improvements are being made on our building – the temple/ashram. And there is still so much work needing to be done.
I wisht the toxins caked on my heart could be easily removed. No machine or t
Our very own Bhakta Om, resident of our temple ashram, delivered his first class today from the book, Bhagavatam, and the topic was Yasoda investigating the accusation that her young son, Krishna, had eaten dirt. To confirm, Krishna’s stance that this was untrue, she saw to settling the matter simply by asking Him to open His mouth and she could see firsthand for herself whether it was false or not. He opened His mouth, and she saw not only earth, but the Earth, the whole universe; she saw de
I arrived safely in Montreal for our AGM Annual General Meeting. I came upon the following letter by our guru, A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada written August 24th, 1968, when he was living in Montreal, addressed to the Right Honourable Michener, Governor General of Canada, Ottawa, Ontario.
“ISKCON (The international Society of Krishna Consciousness) is a non-lucrative organization, whose purpose is to promote the well-being of human society, and our members include people from Christian,
